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pieces of eternity ~

07 Monday Jan 2013

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awhile

was a while
before the setting
remembered by the moon
as flame the night ablaze
within the chill –
chatter of a crooked porch
swayed beneath the tin
where pieces of eternity –
were moments
standing still

bury me
I heard them say
I wonder did they know
the time would soon be coming
to obey
promise never meant to keep
passions here for long
sealed within the fluttering
of words we couldn’t say

names the same
as numbers
dates not far between
the starting out for places
never known
letters meant for someone else
are chiseled to the bark
fields of autumn dancers –
wave me home

silence I’ve committed
every thought to memory –
delight me now
the blossom of the soul
brush of ancient laurels
weaved into a crown
bury me –
the coming back
I won’t have far to go

. . .

falling forward ~

06 Sunday Jan 2013

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tell

fragrant
each becoming to the earth –
where once was died
pain of falling forward
into bliss
still the tender bower
of an ever-lasting love
wishes mine eternal
to exist

as breath aware
of something more
rushing through the trees
sweet perfume
of wildest muscadine
wisdom of the weakest
stories passing on –
wills the heart remember
every time

the soul was full
as light so bright
betrayed our sense of loss
held beyond the moment
of goodbye
wrapped in sheets
of wilderness –
tempted by the stars
dare I dream
and never question why

the flowers bloom
unnoticed –
the mockingbird to lust
as wonder wakes
unwilling to forget
tells the story just begun
life beyond this dream –
love is light becoming
bliss awaiting yet

. . .

for patience ~

06 Sunday Jan 2013

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holding

december sits
in last year’s clothes
somewhere in the closet
patent leather shoes
and gabardine
woolen slacks
I hate them so –
you’ll never see me
wearing
gloves to match my scarf
to match my coat

barefeet stretch
into the cool –
boots along the hallway
bend me down a pair or two
will keep me here
til spring
winter winds
my story know –
talking through the window
frost the mirror –
tempt my soul to wing

dimestore pearls
and chapstick hearts
pictures crowd the mantle
proof of days
were seasons past the same
roses stand with brittle heads
bowed to prayer
for patience –
lacey lips are calling me
by name

practiced hands
deny the cold
to cup the fragile blossoms
breathed again a miracle –
as memory of the sun
softest hope
remembers now –
the promise of another
summer rain to save us
beyond december
comes

. . .

as you were dreaming ~

05 Saturday Jan 2013

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heaven

angels come
as flight to find
eager to my heaven
silken feathers
whispering a dream
swelled within the beauty
of lonesome lullabys
comes when still
my eyes are closed
in sleep

tell me then
of faraways –
a memory I’m missing
fingers float
across my violin
voices of ten thousand
ancient choirs now ascending
tiptoe as the light
where night
has been

measured sway
of hands to time –
sacred truth awaking
escaped from once
we were –
already one
signs along the journey
will to understand
dreamed
as you were dreaming me –
angels we become

. . .

opal song ~

04 Friday Jan 2013

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fleeting

steal the honey
trade my voice –
of Persian poets to linger
rubbing rubber bands
across my rhyme
soothe the beast
of wanting
for wilder –
this retreat
into the nevermore
evading me

of opal song
and rapture willed
beyond this brief existence
uttered soft
a language yet I know
silver words
to cut the gums –
swallowed without question
for where the poison sits
when it is done

mark my way
with berries –
black the pathway ripe
curs’ed be
each memory of briar
dare the day to waking
messy traps
and all –
lure me back with poems
written here

time is but
a squinty eye
staring at the world –
fleeting was his vision
to behold
a history no one could see
paths of fear and fable
blankets pulled aside
to let the cold

listen now
within the greys
shadows sometimes fall
and I shall lean
into your line of love
knowing
as I always have
the tempting taste of sorrows
worn into this wonder
of women wearing wings

will to me
the water
where once the well
went dry –
close the book
when leaving here
but let the cup
remain

painted yellow ~

04 Friday Jan 2013

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psalms91

reason grows in patches
fated disarray
as bent into the shade
misunderstood

of summers
were there e’er enough
to make up for the chill
breezes unrelenting
do they know

daisies painted
yellow –
mystery revealed
as glories strain
the steeple every time

lessons
spent on tenderness
tore apart the past
saved upon the tongue
another name

hid within
the oldest psalm –
a secret yet unknown
message from a heart
no longer sung

pen to page
whate’er was lost
shall find us here again –
taken by a sigh
into the sun

. . .

consequence ~

03 Thursday Jan 2013

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drifting

had I known the way
to know you then –
or knew myself
much more –
than petals almost crushed
beneath my will

as lanterns burned
beyond the wick
destinies unfolding –
beyond the letting on
are holding still

of sacrifice
uncertain
was a time
you came to me
dreaming –
still just dreaming
of today

fragile tales
of how we were –
and where the trees
were young –
how many lives
remembered me
that way

on wishing
there was one dark night
we slept beneath the cedars
and woke
before the starlings
took to air

caught within
their flutter
was a moment
of divine –
moonlight mourned our leaving
stars were in my hair

canopy of evergreen
tapestry of truth –
for where the forest bends
and words concede

shadows shift
against the still
as memories return
–  echoes fill the night
with falling leaves

. . .

calling ~

01 Tuesday Jan 2013

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story

eternity
was gifted me
this morning
just at dawn –
when reason floated
pearl against the light
pastel pages
fluttering
as books were put away
stories almost ended
now begin

between the place
of getting by –
and knowing the unknown
pathways open wide
to worlds apart
fragile as a robin breath
pushed into the day –
as somewhere now
revival hymns
are played

stones
three hundred forty two
around the barn
and back
sorted once by size
and now by time
measured as girl to grow
knee-high to the mountain –
sings (tho she can’t sing)
of holding on

beauty keeps
a patch of grace –
queen anne’s lace and lilac
sheets are frozen stiff
upon the line –
winds are blowing
cool across these memories
of May –
tender now the calling
back to spring

. . .

fieldstones ~

01 Tuesday Jan 2013

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become

of numbers rolled over
I have not regret –
for the places
and faces
unknown to forget
were the journey just starting
became of my days
and always – a way
just beyond

redeemed
by compassion
for all I would know
and worry not long
for the past
letting go
as sunrise
bears witness
to the first fall of dew
will twilight remember
the same

fieldstones of granite
jasper and coal
diamonds recalled to the sky
whispers
made dearer
some silent retreat
float through a night
such as I

reminding me still
of the places I go –
and worlds just beyond
I remain
a blush to a moment
unburdened by time –
as hands fitting hands
now again

into this echo
into this sound
of all that is yet to behold
rivers of truth
have no worry for less –
as love streams
in light to my soul

. . .